It is said that those warriors with strong cultivation can lift ten thousand pounds and pull out the weeping willows with powerful power. A magic weapon in his hand can even rush into the thousands of armies, taking the general's head in the movement and stillness.
Therefore, even in a small place like Ningcang County, Zhaonan County, the Qin Empire in Zhongzhou, it was full of martial spirits. Everyone dreamed of becoming a powerful warrior, who could travel around the world and arouse revenge; or join the army, conquer the world, and throw away all the passion and blood.
Ningcang County, a small county town in Zhaonan County, the Great Qin Dynasty.
This place is not too small but not big. After all, it is located at the border of the dynasty and is too far from the economic and trade centers, and it does not receive enough attention at all.
At this time, the New Year Festival is approaching, and every household is very lively, with lights and decorations everywhere, laughter comes from everywhere, and chattering non-stop.
The road was also full of cars and horses. Those who were handling New Year's goods were rushing to buy and sell things in a constant stream. Some of them were merchants from nearby places who came to make some fun during the New Year's Festival and earned some silver. At this time, the New Year's Festival was over, and they all collected the goods and rushed home in a hurry.
Unlike the bustling and noisy on the street, there is a bleak cloud in a small courtyard in Ningcang County at this moment, and the crying sounds can be heard vaguely.
There are two words "Fang Mansion" hanging on the gate of this small courtyard. Although it can be seen that it is a plaque with gold-plated sandalwood, it is half broken, and the plaques covered with potholes are filled with thick dust. It is obvious that it has been many years since the hard sandalwood has decayed.
Hundreds of years ago, the Fang family in Ningcang County also had a glorious past, but as time passed, nothing existed.
Today's Fang family can only be described as poverty, with dilapidated courtyards and simple furniture... A couple Fang Zongqing, his wife Lan, who was in their forties, had a thirteen-year-old son and a ten-year-old daughter. It is not easy for them to maintain this family until now.
Originally, the hope of the couple was placed on their thirteen-year-old son Fang Chong, because although Fang Chong was still young, his extraordinary cultivation talent had been revealed, far exceeding that of children of the same age. Even if he looked at the entire Ningcang County, he could not find many people who could compete with him.
Their son is their hope. With such talent, he will definitely become a powerful warrior in time and will shine on his family.
However, just a few days ago, the couple's only hope was shattered.
The talented son was actually beaten and injured. When the two arrived at the scene, they only saw their son lying in a pool of blood, covered in blood and unconsciousness.
The two brought their son home and quickly hired the doctor, but the doctor's conclusion after diagnosis seemed to be a bolt from the blue, which almost broke down the couple.
The one who injured Fang Chong was Li Hao of the Li family. He relied on how old he was, and he was stronger and had no scruples to take action. Not only did he seriously injured Fang Chong, but he also used heavy moves to destroy Fang Chong's dantian.
Dantian! That is a necessary condition for becoming a powerful warrior. All warriors need to accumulate internal strength. The stronger the internal strength, the stronger the warrior's strength. However, if Fang Chong even destroyed the Dantian, how can he accumulate internal strength? How can he realize his wish to achieve a powerful warrior?
After three days of unconsciousness, Fang Zongqing and Lan took care of their son day and night, and gradually had to accept this cruel reality.
My son was ruined and became a waste of cultivation. The hope of revival of the Fang family was also shattered!
The lights are just coming, and in the wing room of the Fang family courtyard.
An oil lamp flashed in front of the window with a dim light, like a fireflies in the darkness, which could be extinguished at any time.
The wing room was very simple, with only a few simple pieces of furniture, a wooden bed, and a young man with a tender face lay on the bed. He was only thirteen or fourteen years old, his brows were tightly frowning, as if he was enduring great pain.
"Ah..." A light sounded, and the boy suddenly woke up, opened his eyes and looked around, and the eyes in his eyes became more and more surprised.
"I...Where am I?" A surprised voice came from the boy's mouth, and the boy's eyes were full of doubts and surprise: "Didn't I die with the people from the Death Mercenary Group? Why are I still alive? Where is this place? Why don't I have any impression of it?"
The boy was stunned for a while, and his strong mind gradually calmed down and began to sort out the thoughts in his mind.
His name is Fang Chong. He is a super agent of the Dragon Group, the most elite unit in China. He has been an orphan since he was a child. He grew up in an orphanage. He learned to be independent when he was very young and learned to rely on himself.
It is precisely because of this independence that he stood out in the army and successfully joined the Dragon Group. He also learned some ancient martial arts that had long been lost in the Dragon Group, and gradually became the most powerful warrior of the Dragon Group in China, the terrifying "Tiansha".
His last memory stayed in that huge explosion.
That was his last mission, and the goal of the mission was to grab a "God of Beauty" from an ss-level super mercenary group.
It was a tragic battle. The elite dragon group who acted with him were almost wiped out. The only SSS-level mercenary group in the world was beyond his imagination. Among them, there were not only yoga masters, gun geniuses, blasting elites, ancient martial arts masters, but also extremely rare psychics...
At the end of the battle, Fang Chong successfully got the "God of the Beauty of the Country", but before he had time to withdraw, he was surrounded by many experts. In order for the "God of the Country of the Country" to not fall into the hands of the enemy, he had to detonate a miniature nuclear bomb and die with his opponent.
"But, I'm obviously dead, why is it here?" Fang Zhong was puzzled. He knew the power of the micro-nuke. Even if he exploded a 100-meter-high building, it would not be a problem.
Surviving in that explosion? This possibility is zero.
But this is the reality. He can still think, feel the existence of his body, and he is still alive.
At this moment, Fang Chong suddenly felt something cracked in his mind, and he was very surprised to see something strange into his mind, making him scream in pain, covering his head with both hands, and fainted when he rolled his eyelids.
"Dad, mom, brother, he woke up...oh, now he fainted again." At the last moment, Fang Chong heard the voice of a young girl.
It took three days for Fang Chong to wake up again. He found that there were many strange and strange messages in his mind, some of which were like someone's memories.
With a surprised mood, he sorted out the memories that suddenly appeared in his mind, and combined with his previous experience analysis, he finally had a conclusion - it turned out that he had traveled through time!
At that time, he and the people from the Death Mercenary Group died together, detonated the miniature nuclear bomb, and broke through the space during the final big explosion and came to this strange world. However, due to the big explosion, his body was damaged, and only his soul remained. He was possessed by a young man with the same name as him in this world.
Last time he woke up, he suddenly had a headache and felt something cracked. It was Fang Chong's memory of this world. When he woke up, he gushed out like a tide and merged with his original memory.
It can be said that he is Fang Chong, the most powerful soldier of the China Dragon Group on Earth, and a thirteen-year-old boy from the down-and-out Fang family in Ningcang County, the Great Qin Dynasty of Zhongzhou.
"I actually came to this world. Maybe I have the will of heaven. Since I have come, let go of everything I used to live again." Fang Chongsheng was free and easy, but he quickly thought about it. He turned his head and looked at the little girl lying on the bedside, and a few strange warm feelings surged in his heart.
In his previous life, he was an orphan and had never felt the warmth of his relatives.
However, in this life he is no longer an orphan. He has his parents who love him and his cute sister. This feeling is very fresh - a little strange and a little warm, making him feel very comfortable.
Scream...
The door of the room suddenly opened, and Fang Zongqing and his wife Lan walked in from outside. Lan was holding a large bowl of corn porridge in his hand. The fragrant smell came out from inside, full of fragrance, which made Fang Yu, the little girl lying on the bed, unable to help but move and wake up.
"Oh, what a fragrant porridge." Fang Yu slapped his big eyes and stared at the fragrant corn porridge with greed.
"Xiaoyu, this is for your brother." Lan glared at Fang Yu, his voice softened, and said, "Be good at Xiaoyu, my brother is injured, so he should supplement some nutrition."
"I know, I didn't say I want it." Fang Yu wrinkled his nose and made a cute look, which immediately made Lan, Fang Zongqing, and Fang Chong laugh.
The Fang family’s life is not rich, but it is very warm, which is a feeling that Fang Chong has never experienced before.
"Dad, mom." Fang Chong called out, took the corn porridge from Lan's hand, and then delivered it to Fang Yu's hand, and smiled and said, "Xiaoyu, brother can't eat that much, please help me eat some."
In fact, Fang Chong's own health is really bad. His serious injury and his dantian was ruined, and he almost lost half his life. He really needed nutrition. However, looking at the cute sister in front of him, his heart suddenly became soft. Even if he didn't eat it, it would be okay to give all of such a cute sister to her.
Fang Zongqing and Lan's eyes were red when they saw this scene, and they felt relieved.
Fang Chong delivered the porridge to Fang Yu, but the little girl stepped back and laughed: "I don't want it, brother, I was just kidding you. I'm not hungry and don't like drinking porridge. If you are injured, you should eat more and eat more to get better."
Without insisting, Fang Chong put the porridge to his mouth and drank it moistened his eyes.
The warm corn porridge went down his throat, causing a warm feeling to rise in Fang Zhong's heart. This time, resurrection from the dead may not be a bad thing for him, at least he felt the warmth of family affection that he had never felt before.